It’s

There’s a rival bauld wi’ young an’ auld And it’s him that has bereft me; For the sürest friends are the auldest friends And the maist o’ mines hae left me.

There are kind hearts still, for friends to fill And fools to take and break them; But the nearest friends are the auldest friends And the grave’s the place to seek them.

p. 139Printed by R. & R. Clark, Limited, Edinburgh.

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Footnotes

[27] Life on the Lagoons, by H. F. Brown, originally burned in the fire at Messrs. Kegan Paul, Trench. and Co.’s.

[66] From Travels with a Donkey.

[67] From Travels with a Donkey.

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